Chapter 29: Tears of What

Attn. Stewart McGonagall:

This is too inform you that due to an attempted breakout by one Percival Wulfiric Dumbledore he was executed on this day April 24, 1860. It is regret we tell you this but know the case no longer is open.

Dumbledore's wife has already been informed.

Head of Execution

Francis Ducorkin

Stewart roared like an angry beast reading the note as he threw a Ming vase at a mirror in his office shattering both to smithereens.

Katherine had jumped when he hurled the vase and had accidentally gotten into range. She fell to the floor crying out as a piece of the vase embedded itself in her bare shoulder. She was wearing a gown that was slightly off the shoulder.

At the sound the man whirled around and blinked in horror at the blood issuing from her creamy collar bone.

"Dear God what did I do?" he gasped rushing to her side. He pulled the shard out of her and quickly healed her wound pulling her into his strong arms.

Katherine wrapped her arms around him crying softly.

"Katy I healed the wound why are you still crying?" Stewart asked.

"Percival was like a brother I wanted. I loved him Stewart," Katherine sobbed.

"Your tears are of mourning instead of anger then?" he asked. She nodded against his neck.

"Sweet kitten. Dearest angel you are too good and pure," He sighed pulling her closing and kissing her hair.


Kendra let the paper fall to the ground as the tears freely fell. She lay in bed that night staring at her wedding photo and sobbing. She didn't know what for though. Was it sadness? Despair? Anger? Grief? Relief? It was so difficult to tell. She just didn't know what her tears were for.

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"May he find peace in the eternal resting place," the vicar replied chanting in Latin as they lowered the casket into the grave.

Few people were there for the funeral; mostly people from the Hollow. Percival's parents did not show or send word; though his sister Dominique did come. But she stayed close to Katherine till the service was over and left just as quickly.

Once Dominique had left Katherine walked over and embraced Kendra gently.

"We're there when ever you need us day or night," Katherine said softly.

"Thank you," Kendra nodded, "But I think we'll be okay. Though I think Albus would probably still like to come use your library. Excuse me," Kendra said walking odd with Ariana.

Katherine's eyes narrowed and her head cocked to the side as she watched the woman walk off. "Something's not right…"

"She did just loose her husband," Stewart stated. Katherine sighed and nodded as she took his hand and they walked over to the boys.

Albus looked up from talking to his friends and immediately buried himself in Katherine's arms. He was fourteen and about the same height as her now. Apollo was fifteen and Poseidon was thirteen.

"It's okay Albus, its okay," Katherine soothed holding the boy close and kissing his auburn head.

Stewart put his arms around his sons as they started back home.

"Da…do you ever suspect Ma is trying to make Albus think he's hers?" Poseidon asked.

"No I don't. Your mother is what some folks would call a natural mother. She was born for it; she's happy mothering people," Stewart explained.

"Well that's comforting," Poseidon shrugged.

Albus went home that night with the McGonagalls and went back to Hogwarts three days later with the boys. He didn't say anything to his mother, brother, or sister. He didn't want to. In his mind they hindered him because they could not see what the McGonagalls could. They could not see the great power that was out there for the taking if you were determined enough to get it.